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Cunning General Si Ning

As a troublesome Idol with a bad personality who was confident of his pretty look. All Si Ning ever wanted was to gamble and become rich overnight so he could finally buy a mansion and lots of sports car for him to finally be able to drive the latest sports car to his hometown to see his mother and sister Then he would not feel guilty for dropping out of school and using his school expenses to gamble and lost, it was the plan he was working on and he never expected to be transmigrated to another world and turns out to be the General commanding a large army to war. "I cannot do this." Si Ning rolled on the bed knowing this was nothing more than a nightmare as he stared at his callused hands he woke up to. Being General Si Ning of the great Xiu imperial army was nothing more than a nightmare to him. In order to survive in a world of war, Si Ning had to choose the perfect partner and rise to be a powerful person in Xiu nation. *This is BL Means Boys love. *The cover is not mine* *I do not own the cover* If the owner tells me to remove it, I will and if you know the artist, leave me a msg in the comment box.

RainhaAsha
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299 Chs

Please Don't Curse

Shen Yu raised a hand and pointed his index finger at Si Ning but he had lost a large amount of blood so his hand waver between Si Ning and Shao Lang as he squinted his eyes to see clearly.

Oh Dear, must he make it obvious...

Si Ning shifted a bit to make sure Shen Yu was pointing directly at Shao Lang. A dying man pointing at him and creating a topic for the Officials to gossip about was something Si Ning want to avoid at all cost, he was already the most talked about when Xiu Zhicheng declared him as his Consort to be and Shen Yu pointing to him to create another topic wasn't something Si Ning wants.

"General Si... Ning..." Shen Yu called out, his voice breaking but firm. "You... hur... hur... you... win... finally... see.. ing that...hur.." Shen Yu coughed as he struggled to talk while blood flows out continuously from his mouth.

The sword must have hit a bad spot.